𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

Babysitting - Roger Taylor

This is a special chapter from Forever My Beau (Rog/Dom fanfic) book that I posted because Roger's a grandpa now and I crave for a Roger-baby moment so here it is. I hope you like it. ♡

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"Roger, did you understand what I said? And also, no drinking while Felix is awake!" Dominique said as she paced back and forth around the room, touching up her outfit and then putting her wallet in her little purse. "Yeah, yeah."

"Roger! I am serious! Don't you dare mess this up."

"Babe, you're just gonna be gone until dinner. How hard will it be to take care of a little baby? I mean, look at him!" I said, pointing at Felix as he laid in bed contentedly, playing around with his rattle as he giggled at the noises that it made. "He's being quite behave for me already."

Dominique sighed, shaking her head as she crouched near our baby to give him little kisses on his head. "It's just that... it's the first time I'll be leaving him all alone. I'm just scared, you know?"

"I know." I said, holding her hand and squeezing it a bit as a form of reassurance. "But I'm not just anybody, babe. I'm his dad. I think I could handle him."

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't have doubted you."

"You should've not." I chuckled, pulling her face closer to me as I planted a small kiss on her lips. "Now, go and enjoy your little get together with your friends. We'll be fine back here." She nodded excitedly then she leaned forward to kiss me goodbye once more. "Thanks. I promise I'll be back in four hours with dinner, so you don't need to cook, okay?"

"You've told me that a million times already. Just go, babe. We'll be fine, I swear."

"Don't do anything stupid, Rog. I'm telling you. Remember, you have the baby." Dominique turned around one last time, looking at me with doubt and I just rolled my eyes at her as I slid further down the bed so I can be face to face with Felix. "I'm at home! I can't do anything in here other than moping around."

"Just making sure. Bye! I love you." Her voice echoed in the hallway as I heard her footsteps going down the stairs. When the front door had closed, I rolled over and carried my baby, bringing him against my chest with his tummy down. I can smell his sweet, baby scent on my nose which led me to kiss him far too many times. "Now... what do I do with you?" I mumbled and as if on cue, he looked up at me and stared, as if he was waiting for me to say something.

"Don't stare at me. I don't know what else I could do with you. I mean, do I talk to you? Maybe I should. Um... how's life? Ugh! That's dumb. Maybe we should just watch some telly. Yeah. Yeah. That would be nice, would it?" I glanced at my baby, expecting an answer, but he looked uninterested so I just sighed and carried him to the living room so we could watch. "Yeah, don't judge me. I'm not good at this babysitting thing."

Once my bum had touched the couch, Felix started crying. And not just any cry, it was more like a loud shriek and I immediately panicked and bounced him around the room to calm him down. "Shh. Why are you crying? What's wrong? Are you hurt? Calm down, Fefe." I whispered but nothing was working so I laid him down on the couch and observed his every body part, checking to see if he has any wounds that may have caused his crying.

"There's nothing on your body, Fefe. Why are you crying?" I almost wanted to cry myself. I haven't been this stressed all of my life. I know my baby needs me. I just... I just don't know what he needs! "Okay, so Dominique told me that if you're crying, you must be hungry. That's right. You're hungry, aren't you?"

Felix was crying too much that his face has turned red and his eyes were screwed shut. My sweat is turning cold as I grabbed him with my arm and walked with him to the kitchen to get a bottle of milk that Dominique had pumped out before she left, saying that I have to heat it in the microwave for twenty seconds before I give it to my baby and so I did what she told me to, shaking it up a bit before I ran the bottle nipple through his lips.

He wasn't taking it and he just moved his head back and forth so his lips won't touch any of the milk which made me suspect that he doesn't want to be fed. "Fefe, why don't you want to eat? I just want to know what you need." I bounced him around again but he wouldn't stop crying. He would just pause for a bit to breathe and then continue. I know it isn't normal for babies to cry for this long and I am debating whether or not to call Dominique right now to ask for help, but I decided not to when I raised him up and... smelled something.

"You pooped?" I said, carrying him as I sprinted upstairs into his changing table. Once his nappy has been removed, he calmed down and stared at my face as he smiled while I wiped his bum and powdered it up, remembering how Dominique would do this as well. "You're a little stinker, aren't you?" I tickled his belly button and he giggled as he tried rolling over to get away from me but I kept on going because his small squiggles looked very cute.

"I did it! I've changed your nappy! Oh god, your mum's gonna be so proud of me. And you, of course. I won't forget 'cause you let me practice on you." I chuckled, holding him against my chest as I rubbed his back. His movements started slowing down until I felt his head drop and so I laid him on the bed and snuggled with him until his eyes have fully shut and his breathing had calmed down.

The peaceful ambience in the room made me fall asleep as well and I jerked awake when I felt Dominique's soft palms tapping my arm gently. "Babe? Babe, wake up. I'm here." I struggled to open my eyes and I rubbed them aggressively until the sight of her blurry face has cleared up. "Oh, hey. How's your day out?" I groggily said, pulling her lightly against my chest.

"It went well, actually. They've enjoyed the city and we went to this delicious restaurant downtown. I think we should go there when you have the time." She happily said and I nodded as I kissed her forehead. I'm glad she had this day off to relax and be out with her friends. It's the least I can offer her after she's been stuck here at home with my son while I work. "It's a date then."

"How about you? How's your day with Felix? I've been worrying about you two all day." She reached over my baby's sleeping body and rubbed his tummy a bit before she turned her attention to me again. "Oh, it was great. We had a lot of fun and as you can see, he got a tad bit too exhausted with our play date."

"Hmm. I can see that." She chuckled as she snuggled closer to my chest to hug me. "You're a natural, babe. I'm very happy that you're his dad."

"And I'm very happy that you're his mum. I don't know how you make parenting look so easy, but I'm glad that you're here to figure this out with me." Felix started stirring up, his eyes fluttering open, and then he stretched his tiny arms out until he's fully awake. "Oops. The little rascal's awake now." I said and Dominique laughed quietly, placing a small kiss on my lips as he tapped my son's bum repeatedly to keep him from being too fussy.

"I love you, Rog. Thank you for always being here by my side. I know I couldn't do it without you."